Banyan modern poetry

Poetry is the most familiar thing in our daily study, work and life. Different poems have different language styles, characteristics and skills in language art. Still struggling to find excellent classic poems? The following is my collection of modern banyan poems for your reference only. Welcome to reading.

Ten years of modern banyan poetry 1.

It will take ten years.

You can shrink my balcony.

Surround a large study in the forest.

In your shelter

Be brave

Dreaming dreams that I didn't dare to dream before

Say what you didn't dare to say before

look

An old and flustered heart

An endless novel.

You brought a bird.

Still filter the sunlight.

That little golden glory

On the creaking bamboo chair

Like chrysanthemums on the windowsill

And your long beard

This is the curtain of a dream.

Through tomorrow's dream

You made me rich.

Just a little seed.

Like a black mud pill

Lack of pity

Discard at will

Abandoned in the wet mud swept by the night fog

It's better under my window.

such

I am like a world tycoon.

Generously and freely

Discard at will

Billions of dollars are hard to buy.

It's time to cultivate forests.

Modern poems of banyan II. Tall poplars show a layer of forest.

The trunk is tall, slender and symmetrical.

Leaves facing the sun, total score.

Looking proud, I thought of my roots.

Those cells remain in the soil.

First dirty, then cheap, first old and then strong.

Send a seedling at the same time

But I can only serve the branches and leaves on the ground silently all my life.

More pathetic. They can only plunge into the distance.

I have never seen sunshine or rain.

It may be the division of labor of poplar for growth.

Let them of the same origin be divided into different groups.

Now our poplars have grown tall, yes.

We want tolerance and equality.

Our value is not only high.

But also the totipotency of plant cells!

So the roots come out of the soil.

Finally see the tearful sunshine.

Breeze in the green forest

This moment is so noble.

Yang Shu-qun is above others and looks down on anyone.

Higher than poplar leaves, it is the root of poplar.

From then on, they bid farewell to the excellent humus.

Rough brown skin has also become as pure as green leaves.

Poplar trees in the east are shrinking.

The poplars in the west are covered with vines.

Poplar leaves in the north are sparse.

The middle Poplar King struggled to look ahead.